CEMETERY WEATHER
"I never knew what I would do
If anybody tried to take you away
And your beautiful boy won't wait for you
Because he's busy with the stars and the fame."
-Cemetery Weather, Isles & Glaciers
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Extravagant Vacancy
She lies with her head in his lap, brown hair tumbling over his legs with the ends spitting gold in the sunlight. The rays dappled across her mud-flecked face, and he thinks she has never looked more beautiful.
His hands travel smoothly up and down her arms; they whisper of things that will not be there tomorrow.
"Katniss?"
"Mm?" The distance in her voice kills him. She is unknown to everyone now, it seems; he has grown sick of watching a pretty face on the television wear extravagant dresses and talk as if the lines have been fed to her. It is beyond the point of jealously; this game has not been her choice.
He is quiet and troubled, and he knows she understands as her little hand slides into his. Her nails have been recently decorated but were now chipping. He notes the scraggly tips and confirms that the Capitol can't change some things, no matter how hard they try.
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xx I'm really excited, guys. I've always wanted to start a group of oneshots like this! I'm going to try to stick to the storyline, but I won't worry too much if I get a little off course. (:
They'll be mostly Katniss & Gale centered. Or, at least, have some relevance to that pairing.